Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.